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So I Blocked Your Call
02:51
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And there would be
a special place
in hell for me
if hell was real
I'm sorry god
you never got
your justice
hows it feel
and even if
I wasn't a piece of
shit on purpose
I'd still be
a relatively bad
person
because
because
of where, and how I live
though I complain I'll deserve
exactly what I'll get
Don't come to
this address again
don't call this number,
don't call me your friend
all I wanna do is
spend the day alone
caffeinating myself
into oblivion
At least until the bees die
after which there won't be
means or reason to be alive
what's it mean,
to be alive
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2. |
Jank Bike
04:58
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I used to be a skater
until the number of scars
and near miss trips to the er
made me reconsider
now I just bike to work
disasters I encounter
on my afternoon commute
seem too exaggerated
to be true
but I swear they really happened
As I dropped off the foot tall curb
I impressed the kids on the
sidewalk I'm sure
The shock of the impact
overtook my shocks and cracked
the rusty hex nut that holds
my handlebars
from going where the are
not supposed to go
momentary panic as the only things
holding everything to the frame
are the cables running
to the gears and brakes
this song's about riding my jank bike
a reflection of my whole life
It'll take a little more
than a quick fix up to set things right
someone spray painted the frame
its got a rusty as fuck chain
the handlebars move unexpectedly
and try to kill me
the back brakes are always half-on
I don't have time or money to fix em
what's the worst that could happen?
I keep riding and my legs get strong
or I wear the wheels down,
as it is the treads can hardly be found
too far from home to walk
and too stupid and stubborn to do so anyways
this song's about riding my jank bike
a reflection of my whole life
It'll take a little more
than a quick fix up to set things right
The unusual, shimmering beauty
of hard rain mixed with hail
and blue skies with sunlight pale
condensed liquid light falling through me
the unusual, beauty
through which I went
of hard rain mixed with hail
was shattered when I found
my breaks don't work when wet
This song's about riding my girlfriends bike
its twenty years old bright purple and nice
it would fit me better if I was a ten year old girl
but hey at least I'm not gonna die
My bike's parked in pieces at the back of the house
until I got time to try and figure it out
yeah, we're still friends
probably fix it up and get some courage so I can
ride it again
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3. |
I-196
03:43
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I feel such
intense pride
every time
I cross state lines
and deep down
I don't even know why
There's no good route,
from me to you,
from me to you
I don't even recognize
most the states that I'm passing through
passing through
This is the freeway talking
I'm busy getting lost
at all the exit crossings
and how long, is four years
its an eternity I suppose
I'm on an off-ramp
that's never been used
never been used
You can tell from the cracks,
that the pavement has never been new
I'm not afraid
to move away from home
we've got i-messenger now
unless you're a dick without an iphone
you say I use snapchat wrong
but I save em up and watch em all
like I was there
with you all along
Driving behind a guy
who's clearly lost
feel sorta bad,
but sorta not
He has no idea where we are
I know exactly where we are.
I know where we are
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4. |
US-131
02:10
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singing along with all
your favorite tunes
just ain't the same when the melody and harmony
both come from you
the chip on my shoulder
is only growing as I grow older
In a thousand years
I'll be some armless stone carving
proudly displayed at some
fancy art party, I'm sure
and I'm dying at the speed of life
with that line I'm probably breaking copyright law
I'm no lawyer but I know when I'm saying things
that have already been said
walking paths already tread
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5. |
Follow Through
04:41
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I've enjoyed my time
as a waste of time
but I hear its ending
I fear I'm sending all the wrong vibes
I don't want my third or birds eye view
I wanna see her die, and be reborn again anew
in the spitting image of Christ
I admit it
Fell asleep, with a drink in my hand
and a dream in my head,
that never comes true
and Its good that it don't
if it did, I'd be dead,
If I had any kind of follow-through
Don't read too deep
don't read too much
its just about
people and places that I'll never love
that I, could never, love
Treat these songs like the bible
in that they're just stories
that probably never happened
any resemblance to real
people or places is
probably just on accident
I swear I'm tellin the truth
but I gotta admit I'm lying to you
I swear I'm telling the truth
Fell asleep, with a drink in my hand
and a dream in my head,
that never comes true
and Its good that it don't
if it did, I'd be dead,
If I had any kind of follow-through
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6. |
A.G
01:48
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7. |
Coming of Age
03:57
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Open up your legs
and spread them like wings
wrap me up, I am old enough
to embrace these adult things
I'm sick of paying bills
I'm sick of taking pills
just to prop up my spine
I'm sick of all these walls
I'm sick of the outside
all of it, all the time
Open up your legs
and spread them like wings
wrap me up, I am old enough
to embrace these adult things
I was never one
for festivals and sun
which explains why I'm so
uncomfortable havin fun
now I swear to god
if one more brick comes of this wall
I'll tear it down and relish the fall
this is the worst fuckin town
and I'm stuck here for the near future now
this is the best fuckin town
and I'm sorry it took so long to figure it out
Open up your legs
and spread them like wings
wrap me up, I am old enough
to embrace these adult things
the future is more bleak
than I ever would have thought
but at least in the meantime
I have someone who I can love
and the present is so bright
I am embracing my life
and the present is so bright
I am embracing my life
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last night
I went on a bender
I got
fucked up
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9. |
L.L.I.M.T.D.
03:17
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10. |
Old Homes
05:22
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sometimes you have to follow
where the caffeine takes you
we all know what its for
you're not fooling anyone
anymore
its a ruse, its a bruise
on an ego that's already fairly worn
Just sign the goddamn lease
and worry about next year, next year
the only thing, that I know for certain
is I don't want to keep laying me head here
I'm in one of the last places that I call home
even though since my dog died it feels so much less so
Its not just a place where I rest my head
when I die its here I want my ashes spread
Celebrate the places
that keep you in your shoes
after all the miles
kicking clouds up of dirt all the while
full of holes, when you're home
and I see those dusty kicks I start to smile
just leave the gravel stuck in my sole (soul)
and take part of home to part of a home
keep a notebook full of
streets I lived on
and keys that open locks
that aren't in any doors
anymore
whether it be, waves or farmland
took it all, for granted man
whether it is, farmland or waves
I like to think I learned myself a sense of place
I'm in one of the last places that I call home
even though since my dog died it feels so much less so
Its not just a place where I rest my head
when I die its here I want my ashes spread
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11. |
Cool Sneakers Grandpa!
05:55
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